Page 93 of The Weakest Wolf

Howls erupt from behind us, and he tears his gaze from mine to glance back, just as I do. A mass of wolves pours from between the cabins and around the farmhouse.

I tighten my grip on Galen’s shoulder, but he peels my hand away. After kissing my knuckles, he releases me and takes another step back. His eyes never leave mine. “Go. When you get out of Dexter, call Dom. Just press one and he’ll answer.” His smile is sad. “Live, Sierra.”

“Galen—”

He slams the door shut and spins around. I watch as he races back to meet the wolves surging toward him, shifting as he goes.

And as if he can feel me watching, he turns to peer over his shoulder.

My eyes connect with the dark brown wolf with bright green eyes.

From feet away, I read what he wants me to do as clearly as if he’d spoken the word out loud.

Go.

Swallowing hard around the thing lodged in my throat, I turn away.

This is what I wanted.

As an alpha, Galen will kill so many more of the pack than I ever could. I only have to think of how easily he dealt with Kaylen.

He might even kill Bowen, and then I can finally have revenge for Mom and Dad. They will all be dead.

But so will he.

Opening my hand, I take in the necklace in the center of my palm.

And I have the only thing that I care about in the world, so there’s no reason to stay. Not anymore.

I’m driving away when the first growls of pain reach my ears.

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GALEN

The truck’s headlights disappear into the distance, and the tension that gripped me when the wolf howls forced me to wake Sierra eases.

She’s finally safe.

Now, it’s just me and the Stone pack.

Dom will look after Sierra. He will know what to say, and he will know how to help her heal from all the damage she’s suffered here better than I ever could.

But he won’t be happy when he finds out why I’m not with her.

He’ll understand when she tells him everything.

Sierra’s done more than she should’ve had to, but now it's time for me to take care of her by getting rid of the rest of these animals.

And that’s all I have time to think—because the swell of wolves, black and brown and blonde and red, hits me.

I’m surrounded almost at once.

All thought empties from my head. I become a creature ruled by instinct… and by rage.

For one of the few times in my life, my wolf and I are in perfect agreement. In perfect harmony. Everyone around us must die. That’s all we want, all we care about.

Time ceases to matter as I meet attack after attack.

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